People I know places I goMake me feel tongue tiedI can see how people look downThey're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of meShowing my good sideI can see how people look downI'm on the outside

Here's where the story endsOoh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes my eyes feel soreOh I never should have said the books that you readWere all I loved you forIt's that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes me wonder why& it's the memories of the shed that make me turn redSurprise surprise surprise

Crazy I know, places I goMake me feel so tiredI can see how people look downI'm on the outside

Oh here's where the story endsOoh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible yearWhich makes my eyes feel sore& who ever would've thought the books that you broughtWere all I loved youForOh the devil in me said go down to the shedI know where I belongBut the only thing I ever really wanted to sayWas wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful yearWhich makes me smile insideSo I cynically, cynically say the world is that waySurprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise